Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is red, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. He has moderate length auburn hair. His half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Eiravel took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 60 pp. Golden yellow topaz (600 gp).

Description: He wears a white cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His head has been shaved. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 11000 sp. Red spinel (160 gp). Deep green spinel (160 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Blue quartz (9 gp). Jet (160 gp). Blue star sapphire (700 gp). Hematite (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He keeps his blonde hair in a pixie cut. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 3000 gp. Banded agate (12 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1500 gp). Brown-green garnet (70 gp). 1 Major magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His head has been shaved. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'5" and very much looks the part of a Armorer. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is short and brown. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Soveliss was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gifted student he started as a Brewer, but he got bored and became a Armorer. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Armorer for the past few years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Armorer responsibilities is difficult; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.